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Tina opened the door to their small cottage, giving Dougal a quick pat on the head as she looked around for Newt. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head to the side as she moved further into the space.

The world was at war, and Theseus knew that if he made it through all this, the things he’d seen would likely haunt his nightmares for years to come. It was vicious and brutal, and wholly terrifying, and what made it even worse for the older Scamander was the fact that his little brother was involved too. Oh how he wished Newt had still been at home, at least somewhat safe, but it wasn’t to be and now here they were.

Iguazu Falls, a land vast and beautiful well-known for it’s plethora of waterfalls and wildlife is situated between the countries of Argentina and Brazil, this was a country that Vera had not visited before… that was up until five months ago. It had been a year, a whole three hundred and sixty five days since she had decided to give up the standard life of working a boring job just as a means to get past in life, to build a life that society would deem as successful and normal. The thing about Vera was that she had always been so f a r from normal, that she detested it. For all of her life she had been imagining how to peel herself away from the normal and now that she had made it this far, she vowed that she would never be returning to the life that her parents wished so badly that she would have bowed her head to.

There was a small opening in the jungle where Vera had began to set up home. Close enough to the creatures she had been studying though not too close to intimidate, or be intimidated by. The weather was humid, too much for the likings of her but something that she was willing to deal with in order to work on what she had always had her heart set on. It caused her so much joy to be able to revel in a dream of hers that got tore down by so many witches and wizards growing up…

Vera had perched herself upon a rather large stone and was scribbling notes into a large, brown leather book, peering into the waters below her every few moments, and tilting her head to the side slightly as if listening for something, though to the naked ear only the chirping of an abundance of crickets could be heard trilling through the bushes.

❝ Hm… misunderstood… of course you are, ❞ The brunette muttered to herself, so softly she was barely audible to herself let alone to anyone, or anything, around her. A quick sketch of half man, half shark, was etched in black to the middle of the page that she was writing on.

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Newt looked around their surroundings. They were still quite a bit off from where they had set up tent and apparating there if Tina had a bad enough injury was out of the question. He wasn’t going to underestimate Tina or anything, but he couldn’t hide his slight worry as he knelt next to her.“What happened?” he wondered.

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It’s a deafening sensation the one who runs through her body right now. Cold, agitated. The kind of fear that flutters inside her chest and makes it all more difficult to focus on one thing. And it is not that she has a habit to be ruled by her own emotions amidst a problem to be confronted, but to her, there are a few things that are classified as an exception to that rule: Clearly, Newt’s wellbeing was one of them. Or Newt, in general.

And even in that terrible situation, he had the power to tempt a smile in her. She fought it, of course. Her intentions to be mad at him were strong, and after shaking her head a few times at least she dared to emphasize a brief “Don’t.” before continuing to examine his wound.

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Queenie hadn’t wanted to go on the mission. She didn’t like leaving Nurmengard for extended periods of time. But especially when she didn’t know how long she’d be gone.